On February 7, 1862, there was another heavy snowfall.

This winter's temperature is much lower than usual, and after the new year, the temperature does not rise, but the cold is getting thicker, and the snow is dyeing the whole land a drab white.

In the midst of the continuous snowfall, the snow in the forests and fields around the Château de Fontainebleau became thicker and thicker, and because of the lack of people, this white color was preserved so intact that the whole palace seemed to be an ice palace.

However, although the palace looks as calm as snow on the outside, it is already in a state of chaos inside, and the fire is burning in the snow.

Everyone, whether it was the courtiers or the courtiers and maids in the palace, had anxious looks on their faces, and they hurriedly walked around, but they couldn't see much of the usual order, and the air in the palace seemed a little suffocated because of the nervousness of these people, as if a disaster was about to befall.

That's right, I'm afraid that a catastrophe is indeed on the verge of befalling this empire. Although no one said the relevant news explicitly, the people in the palace, with their characteristic sensitivity, already knew the fact that His Majesty Napoleon III, the Emperor of the Empire, was already seriously ill and dying, and I was afraid that he would not survive this winter.

They may not really care about the life and death of the emperor in their hearts, but they all care very much about their future, and if the emperor dies, then their future will be clouded, especially in the current ambiguous political situation of the empire.

An uncertain political environment certainly brings uncertainty, and now everyone doesn't know where the situation is heading. So they don't know what to do to benefit themselves, or at least to keep themselves.

At this time. Even the question of who will inherit the throne of the empire is not entirely clear.

The emperor had legitimate children born out of wedlock. But there is only such a daughter, and the daughter is now only six years old, at an age when she still does not understand anything—this alone can tell how uncertain the court really is.

Originally, according to French tradition, women did not have the right to inherit the throne, and Charles IV, the last king of the Capetian dynasty, ascended to the throne as the younger brother of the king by relying on his brother Philip V when he died with only a daughter.

And Charles IV also left a widow when he died, and she still did not get the right to inherit the throne. The throne was transferred to her cousin, the Count of Anjou, who was proclaimed king Philip VI and the Valois dynasty was officially established.

There are so many historical precedents that should not be disputed in the first place - according to historical tradition, the throne should pass to the other male members of the Bonaparte family, that is, the emperor's cousins.

However, the Bonapartes had a tradition of ignoring precedent, starting with His Majesty Napoleon I. Moreover. The current emperor has always disliked his cousins, and he has also expressed his intention to let his daughter take over the throne, intentionally or unintentionally, so the originally clear situation has become a little blurred.

His Majesty the Emperor saw that he couldn't get through it, and how he planned to entrust the country behind him. It has become the focus of national attention. In the Château de Fontainebleau, everyone is secretly speculating about the mystery and the meaning of His Majesty, who has always been inscrutable, if lucky. This will have the potential to become their capital for soaring.

No one is more qualified to answer this question than the owner of this palace.

However. The owner of this palace can only lie in a luxuriously furnished bedroom at this time. The torment of seemingly never-ending sickness in a half-conscious state. His hair was now disheveled, his beard was disheveled, and the passion and ambition in his eyes were now only insensitive.

In the evening, just as the heavy snow had just stopped, His Majesty the Emperor once again awoke from his slumber.

In order to be able to breathe fresher air, he had been in the palace of Fontainebleau since the end of last year, but the throne and empire he had taken for himself, the inexhaustible honor and wealth, could not relieve him from his illness, not even to make it easier for him.

Before he became emperor, his health was greatly affected by his private life of seeking pleasure, and after becoming emperor, the consequence of excessive pleasure was that kidney failure became more and more severe, and he could barely cope with it at first, but in recent times, because of a variety of complications, illness has almost become the main theme of his life.

This constant torment is like a regular tidal wave, wave after wave, sometimes slightly relieved, sometimes suddenly struck with double pain, and in recent days this unbearable torment has become more and more painful for him, so much so that he has sometimes begun to feel that it is not a relief to leave sooner.

But even though he was terminally ill, he still had some reason in his calculating head, which was enough to help him think about things. And after recuperating here, because the court no longer allowed others to disturb His Majesty, he had a lot of time to think—to think about the problems that would come after his absence.

The most important of these questions is, of course, the one that everyone cares about.

True, he has also been thinking about who will succeed him to the throne.

Because the King of England claimed the right to inherit the French throne because of his maternal blood, and then fought the painful Hundred Years War with France for the throne, France has since learned a lesson and strictly applied the Salic law on the succession to the throne, depriving the royal women of the right to inherit, and he has only one daughter.

Originally, His Majesty the Emperor would not have taken these rules and regulations into account, thinking that he still had time and a chance to get a legitimate legitimate child.

If he does not have children out of wedlock, he also wants to pass on the empire to his own daughter, and some people will object, but he can make everyone who opposes it shut up and patiently let his daughter grow up slowly. Take over his throne.

However, after a recent long illness. He slowly changed his mind.

He no longer had confidence that he would live for many years, and his daughter was very young. If you forcibly break the tradition and pass the throne to your daughter. Then she will face a situation that she cannot handle—coercion from the princes of the Bonaparte family, attacks from the republican opposition outside, and a group of careerists who are eyeing her...... That's right, with the man who even he was jealous of.

At that time, what should his poor daughter do? I'm afraid that what I handed over to her was not only a revered throne, but a poison that was enough to kill people. Whoever gains power in both factions will treat her as a puppet, torture and restrict, and even get rid of her.

Thereupon. After a painful decision, a few days ago, in the midst of unbearable illness, he had decided, in accordance with the historical tradition of France, to pass the throne not to his daughter, but to his cousin.

Let them bite for power, and it's better to fight together to extinguish the fire—when this decision was made, the emperor thought to himself.

He knew that his decision would cause great controversy. And the two factions that are on the same page will definitely fight because of this, but he doesn't care, as long as his daughter can get out safely and stay out of the matter. In contrast, he would rather have his dynasty in the hands of the Republican Revolutionaries. Nor does he want to fall into the hands of a careerist, whether the careerist is surnamed Tréville or Bonaparte.

He was jealous of this former chief deputy of his.

This Trevier is very capable, he has carefully cultivated his own power, and he is good at expressing himself. It can almost be said that he is the most high-profile person in his court. He knew that this man was ambitious and never liked to be subservient to others.

This jealousy is mixed with full fear. This man is too young. God knows when he won't be able to control him?

It was because of this hidden fear that a few years ago. In the midst of a debate over whether to go to war with Austria, he sent the Duke of Kersson to Austria as an ambassador.

However...... Perhaps it was deliberate on the part of that man, or perhaps fate was at work, and after that man left, the empire quickly struggled to extricate itself from an economic crisis. After many changes in charge, the economy still did not improve, and seeing that the people's discontent was boiling more and more, he had to recall the former number one assistant and give him the task of saving the empire's crumbling economy against his will.

And not to live up to his expectations, and under that man's drastic handling, the empire's economy was finally back on track very quickly. However, instead of being grateful to the minister, he felt a little more jealous in his heart.

Soon after the economic crisis eased, he dismissed Charles de Treville, Duke of Kersson, who was then Minister of the Interior and Chancellor of the Exchequer, known as "Vice-Emperor", in a dignified manner, and sent him to Algeria as governor, who at this moment is still enjoying the tropical winds.

Thinking of this, despite the pain of his body, the corners of His Majesty's mouth still showed a slight sarcastic smile.

I'm sorry for you, but I'm the emperor, and I have the right to be sorry for you.

He knew that after he was gone, the Duke would be in a worse situation, for he had already decided that after his death his greatest cousin, Joseph Bonaparte, would ascend to the throne, and that this cousin of his hated Treville no less than he did.

I'm going to die, but you're ...... You can't be happy. This inexplicable pleasure miraculously alleviated some of his illnesses, but made his spirits a lot stronger.

By the way, why hasn't Joseph come yet? A question suddenly flashed through the Emperor's mind.

Then, reluctantly, he raised his hand, and with all the strength he had left, shook the bell at the head of the bed.

An attendant officer quickly ran to his side.

"Your Majesty?"

Joseph ...... Is Joseph coming? Your Majesty asked with difficulty.

"The previous envoy has passed, Your Majesty, probably they are still on their way now, it was snowing heavily just now, and the carriage is probably more troublesome......" the attendant explained in a low voice.

"Go and call him again!" His Majesty looked at the attendant as if he hadn't heard his explanation, "You go and call it yourself!" If you run into it on the road, you lead the way! ”

"Your Majesty?" The courtiers didn't quite understand.

"Go!"

Although the voice was not loud, it had already taken on an undoubted majesty, so that the courtiers were stunned for a moment.

Even if you are near-death. The emperor is still the emperor.

"Yes, Your Majesty." A moment later. The courtiers reacted, and then bowed to the emperor. Then he walked out of the bedroom.

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A carriage drove out of the palace, and the people in the carriage certainly did not notice that in some corners of the court, someone was staring at him closely.

In one room, two men stood behind the window, quietly watching the carriage gallop away.

In this room, the walls are lined with pastel blue velvet tapestries, and the doors and windows are covered with soft cashmere curtains of the same color as the tapestries. A silver chandelier encrusted with turquoise hangs from the center of a circular floral ornament in the center of the ceiling, suspended by three delicate chains. The ceiling is also surrounded by silk. There are long white cashmere bands folded into folds, radiating like starlight, and then hanging from the curtains at equal distances and fastened with pearl knots. Beneath his feet was a warm, soft Persian carpet, as thick as a lawn, with clusters of blue flowers woven on it.

Even in the midst of a palatial palace, the furnishings of this room are extremely luxurious, and it is worthy of the status of the owner of the room.

However, the two women in the middle of it. But no one indulged in this luxury, but everyone frowned thoughtfully.

"This is the fourth batch, isn't it, Your Majesty?" After a moment of silence. One of the women, dressed in a fluffy white gauze palace dress, asked in a low voice.

The blonde woman was none other than Madame Treville, who was famous both inside and outside the court, and she was the sister of Charles de Treville, Duke of Kerson, and she was very good-looking. This is true even at the age of thirty. But she seems to have a strange temper, although she is very rich. But he has never been married and lives alone, and he only enjoys sponsoring the arts.

And she called His Majesty's people. It is now the Empress of the French Empire.

After hearing her question, the queen still looked outside, as if thoughtful, but her brows were tightly locked, revealing a slight uneasiness in her heart.

"The emperor is really in a hurry...... It seems that he has made up his mind. As if she felt that she had not spoken enough, Madame Tréville continued her blow, "Soon, perhaps you will no longer be the Empress of the Empire, but a widowed cousin of the new Emperor...... Do you like the results? ”

The queen still didn't answer, just quietly looked out the window, but out of sight, her fists were already clenched tightly.

She knew that since the emperor had chosen this approach, it meant that he had decided to pass on the throne to his cousin. He didn't want to pass on his daughter to his regent, and he didn't trust himself.

Perhaps he had his own considerations, but in the eyes of the queen, this was an unacceptable result.

"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Joseph Bonaparte is coming soon, and if you don't do anything today, you'll probably be unattended tomorrow, and I can't accept that outcome! ”

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Her Majesty finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned her head to look at the lady coldly, "Don't put on a face that thinks about me, others don't know who you are, but I know it." If you want to ask me for help, just say it, don't pretend to be a savior! ”

The queen's violent outburst made the lady stunned at first.

Then, she suddenly sneered.

"Aren't we saviors to you? Only we can save you from the quagmire. ”

"If you're going to make me your protector, you'll have to show respect." Her Majesty frowned slightly, "Yes, my situation is difficult, but your situation is not much better than mine-Joseph took over, it is a disaster for me, I can't enjoy my current rights, but for you, this is a catastrophe!" So, you should understand that you are pleading with me! ”

Until now, haven't you figured out where you stand?

The smile on Fran's face grew even stronger.

"Do you think that without your cooperation, we will accept the outcome in silence and wait for death? You're thinking too simply, let me tell you, without your help, we'll do the same, just make the noise bigger......"

"What do you want to do?" The queen was taken aback, and even her face turned slightly pale.

She knew in her heart that the Tréville family had already talked about it. Naturally, you won't give up.

"Quite simply, if you don't say yes. We're going to do it directly, in the South. Needless to say, the people of the colonies listened to my brother, but how many people liked Joseph in other places? Fran still had a sneer on her face, "Your Majesty is fine, everyone will be safe and secure, if Your Majesty goes, who will go to serve Joseph?" If you don't believe me, why don't you take a look? ”

"You want to be a rebel?!" The queen shouted angrily, "You...... Can you run away? ”

"If we lose, we will rebel and have to go to the gallows. If you win, you will not be called a thief, but a hero who saves the country. Fran didn't look unnatural at all, "As for myself, since I'm already here, then I don't care. I'll find a way to get out of here again, but if fate does forsake me, I'll never beg for mercy, just let God judge me. Okay, now that I've made up my mind. What about you? Your Majesty, what are you going to do?! ”

Her gaze was aggressive, really a little dazzling, so that Her Majesty the Queen subconsciously looked away.

"Do you think there's anything you can hesitate about now?" Ms. Trevel smiled slightly. There was no warmth on his face, "There are only two paths in front of you now, or to become Her Majesty the Queen Mother, whom everyone respects." Then she can only become the queen of the former dynasty who is huddled in the corner and no one cares...... At such a moment, your husband has chosen Joseph. Then it means that he doesn't trust you, and from now on you can only fight for your own destiny. Isn't it? ”

"Is there a difference between falling into the hands of Joseph Bonaparte and falling into your hands? It's not like you're holding you hostage. The Queen's tone had softened.

"If you cooperate with us, you can be the queen mother, and if you obey your husband, you can only go to which castle to live in seclusion, what do you want, Your Majesty?" Fran still looked at the other with blazing eyes, "Don't forget, in order not to cause violent turmoil, we are happy to continue to honor your daughter as emperor...... If you don't want to accept it, then I can only regret it. ”

"How do I know you're going to keep your promise? If you do, no one will be able to stop you from doing anything. The queen asked calmly.

The meaning of the Tréville family was already obvious, if their daughter was to take the throne, they could endure it, and rule the country as a substitute regent; If Joseph did take over, then they would have to risk a civil war, and if they had won then, they would have no mercy for themselves and for the Bonapartes.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't have a lot of options. Joseph was unpopular even among the supporters of the Bonaparte family, even in the army, and even if she accepted the throne in the hands of this man, he would not be a match for the Trévilles if she did fight.

Become the queen mother, or become a prisoner of fate?

"Can you keep Nanali safe?" After a long silence, she asked in a low voice, "I can't believe you will be willing. ”

"If Nanali is a man, it's actually a lot of trouble, but she's a girl, and this problem is easy to solve." Madame Tréville smiled and waved her hand, "My brother's eldest son is almost ten years old, he is very smart, and I think he is qualified to be the husband of the Empress of France." ”

Marriage? The queen understood.

The Trévilles intended to take power peacefully.

"How can this be, they ......" The queen subconsciously wanted to refuse, but finally stopped.

Maybe it's the best solution for her and herself.

Her breath rapided slightly, and she walked back to the window. But it was already pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly. It was at night like this that Joseph Bonaparte's carriage would get closer and closer here...... Getting closer......

No time.

I can't be tied up with a bunch of people who are going to be.

At that moment, the queen made a decision, and then, she rang the bell, and called in a lady of the court who was not good-looking. "Please go and take care of Your Majesty, remember to pay attention to the door, and no one except me is allowed to meet Your Majesty."

The female officer did not question anything, and directly bowed down to accept the order.

The Empress took a deep breath, then turned her head to look at Ms. Treville.

"The two of us are going to meet the Praetorian Guard officers, there must be one of you among them, right?"

"Of course." The lady smiled and replied.

"That's good." The queen nodded, then pulled a seal from the drawer of her dresser. "Now Your Majesty is seriously ill. I have an obligation to maintain the stability of the country. Let's go see you while no one is ready. Arrest all the unstable people. ”

"You're so right...... "The lady smiled and bowed to her.

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In the darkness of the night, Prince Joseph-Bonaparte finally arrived at the Chôtel de Fontainebleau in a splendid carriage.

The snow that had just stopped is now starting to fall again. The cold wind is wafting around, so cold that it penetrates the bone marrow.

However, he was in a very good mood.

His Majesty's health was already an open secret in the country, but at such times, he was summoned several times by His Majesty, and anxiously called Fontainebleau.

What does this mean?

In his opinion, this means that His Majesty has finally figured out the question of the heir.

After stepping out of the carriage, he hurried to His Majesty's bedroom, led by his courtiers. He pondered in his heart how he should weep bitterly in the presence of His Majesty, and begged God to continue to bless the poor brother.

However. Just as he was still in infinite reverie, in the corridor their group was suddenly blocked by a group of soldiers.

"Your Majesty wants to summon His Royal Highness the Prince to an audience." The courtier looked at the leading officer with a look of great displeasure.

However, the officer had no intention of getting out of the way, and then spat out a sentence that made them lose their spirits.

"By His Majesty's decree, you have been arrested!"

"Nonsense! It was His Majesty who told me to take His Royal Highness with him! The courtier hurriedly shouted.

But the soldiers behind the officer did not pay any attention and surrounded the men.

Your Majesty called me here to arrest me?! Joseph was stunned for a moment.

Did he want to lock me up so that his daughter could succeed him?

At this moment, a group of soldiers also rushed over next to him, and their expressions were very serious. There was a sinister aura that chilled his heart.

"I'm the Prince, I'm going to see Your Majesty!" He shouted.

But no one paid any attention to him, they surrounded Joseph, and then several officers came up and grabbed him by the waist.

"Let go of me! I am the Prince! Joseph's voice trembled. I have made meritorious contributions to the country, I have shed blood for Your Majesty, and I want to see Your Majesty! Let me go! You can't do that! ”

As if he was too annoying. One of the officers simply took out his own handkerchief and stuffed it into the prince's mouth.

That's it. In the midst of all the noise, the prince was forcibly pulled away from the way he had gone to meet His Majesty. was pushed all the way to a room.

When he arrived in this room, he realized that there were already many people detained here.

There are courtiers around His Majesty, doctors who treat His Majesty, and even a few Praetorian Guard officers who have been tied up with flowers.

It's not that Your Majesty wants to arrest me, it's a coup d'état! He finally understood.

I don't know where the strength came from, he turned around and wanted to run out. However, an umbrella suddenly swung over and hit him the leg.

"Hmm" he snorted, then fell to his knees involuntarily.

He looked up, and then saw the middle-aged woman who looked down at him with a smile on her face.

For a moment, his tears continued to fall. By the end of the day, Treville's minions had taken control of the palace.

He wanted to speak, but could only whine when his mouth was gagged.

Perhaps he was arguing, and the merciless blow hit him in the waist again, and this time he fell down in pain and could no longer speak.

"Every one of you has to stay here tonight and don't go anywhere!" Agnes walked leisurely next to the Prince, and the tip of the umbrella tapped lightly on his head, "Whoever wants to run, he is a role model!" ”

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At the same time as the Prince's arrest, a manhunt was launched at the Palace of Fontainebleau, filled with the shouts of soldiers and the sound of boots, which overshadowed the silence of the field and made the wind and snow seem insignificant.

Everywhere there were patrols and raids, and under the leadership of actively obedient officers, the soldiers carried out the orders of Her Majesty the Empress to impose martial law, separated every area of the palace, and did not allow anyone to leave the place. The inactive officers have been arrested and taken into custody, and the soldiers, who have become accustomed to obedience, have no choice but to obey Her Majesty's orders.

"Have you caught them all?" In the midst of the hustle and bustle. Mary asked one of the officers next to her aloud.

"Most of them were caught, including Joseph Bonaparte. But...... There are still a few people who have not been found. The officer replied with a little nervousness, "Chief among them is Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

Her Royal Highness the Princess. It was the daughter of King Jérôme and sister of Joseph Bonaparte, Princess Mathilde Bonaparte, who was the cousin of His Majesty the Emperor and had always been very trusted.

Allowing the member of the Bonaparte family to escape to meet with the supporters of Paris would be in great trouble.

"Damn it!" Mary cursed, "Hurry up and search, search room by room!" We must not let her run away! Whoever finds her first, a hundred thousand francs bounty! ”

"Yes!" Hearing Mary's shout, the soldiers responded excitedly.

Then. As if thinking of something, she turned to look at the officer again, "Where's the stable?" Divide up some people to take me there. In this cold and snowy place, how can she run out alone without horses? As long as we hold the stable, she won't be able to run. ”

"Okay, please come with me!" The officer waved his hand and motioned for a group of soldiers to follow her.

And so they hurried to the stables.

"Ma'am, we're so loud. Will...... Will it disturb the side? If the news leaks tonight......"

"What's the panic? You have quelled the rebellion by order of His Majesty, are you still afraid that others will know about it? Mary replied sharply, "As long as the situation is controlled today, tomorrow will be the regent of the Queen Mother." Isn't it merit for you to remove obstacles for her? Don't worry, wait for the gentleman to come back. I won't do you any wrong! ”

"Yes...... Be...... Great......" Under Mary's explanation, the officer slowly became more confident.

He knows what he's doing today. But he knew better that he was serving the Empress and Treville, and the Emperor was already destined anyway. Then France is where they have the final say, so what do they have to be afraid of?

"You know there's a bounty waiting for me, so cheer me up...... You can't let anyone go tonight, absolutely not! Mary gasped slightly because she was running fast, "Listen...... If...... Huh! There! There! ”

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed not far away.

There, a figure rode onto a horse.

"That's her! Stop her! Mary shouted as she rushed over.

When she saw the group, the people on horseback became even more anxious, and she urged the horse with all her might, and then the horse neighed and ran out.

"Shoot! Shoot! Mary shouted.

The officers and soldiers all raised their guns, and then not a single one of them fired. They were all hesitating, after all, it was the princess of the royal family on the other side......

Seeing that the other party had already gone away, Mary snatched the gun from a soldier next to her, and then picked it up and shot it over there, "Whatever princess he is, shoot!" ”

She was not very skilled with weapons, so of course this shot did not cause any damage, but driven by the sound of the gunfire and her demonstration, the others woke up from a dream and hurriedly opened fire, and the sound of thump bang rang out continuously.

The horse screamed and fell to the snow, and the man on the horse's back was thrown to the ground miserably.

"I'm going to see how she's doing!" The officer was slightly flustered, but ran over anyway.

Mary didn't move, just pressed her gun to the ground, gasping loudly. Because her mood was too agitated, and the physical exertion of running and shooting was too great, she only felt weak in her heart.

"French men are really useless, they don't even dare to kill a woman!" Looking at the officer who ran over, she took a sip.

"She wasn't shot, she was thrown off her horse and knocked unconscious!" At this time, the officer over there shouted.

"Carry her back with you and lock her up!" Mary ordered in a low voice.

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In the midst of the seemingly endless noise, His Majesty the Emperor finally came to his senses again, and the time he had been awake these days was getting shorter and shorter, and he himself knew that he might not be able to delay it for long.

It was terriblely dark, as if no one was there.

What about doctors? What about the squire? He opened his mouth slightly to exhale, but there was no reply.

He only felt that his mouth was dry and he wanted to drink, so he shook the rattle with great difficulty, but no one came in.

What's going on? What happened to the court?

Just as he was still thinking in confusion, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The light outside the door came in, but because of his serious illness, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see who was coming, but looking at the calm and unhurried movements, it shouldn't be a courtier or a doctor.

"Joseph......?" He mustered up his strength and shouted softly, each letter as if it had taken away some of his vitality.

But soon, the man was barely in sight.

My God......

His hands and feet were suddenly cold.

The person in front of him, who looked at him coldly, was actually a member of the Trevill family.

"I'm afraid Your Royal Highness won't be able to come, Your Majesty." At this moment, the lady suddenly spoke, "He has been taken into custody for conspiracy against His Majesty. ”

"Queen...... The queen ...... "He understood in an instant, but he couldn't say a complete sentence." "You ...... You ......"

He did not expect that when Charles de Treville had already been expelled from Paris, and even in mainland France, his party members would be able to take the risk and carry out a coup d'état.

The queen betrayed herself.

This **, just for the false name of the queen mother!

His throat was sweet and he wanted to vomit blood, but he couldn't.

She ...... She didn't dare come to see me? He asked in a hissing voice as he tried to stir up the remaining life force.

"She didn't need to come to see you, didn't you already leave her?" A sneer appeared on the lady's face, as if she was enjoying the emperor's current appearance, "She is busy dealing with the rebels, and she is also busy canonizing her daughter to the throne, she is very busy, only I have time to come and see you." ”

The unspeakable anger and fear made the emperor's whole body tremble.

"You ...... You ......" he stared at the lady as if he wanted to curse her in this way.

"We're just doing what you've done." The lady still sneered, "The cause you planted has finally reaped the fruit. You treat us like tools and think you can do whatever you want with us, and you treat us arrogantly...... So we reciprocate with the same thing! You've got what you deserve, Your Majesty. ”

"You...... You won't end well. "Although he knew that this sentence only revealed his own essential weakness, the emperor still said it." I will...... I'll watch you die......"

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty." Lady Trevier walked slowly forward, and then walked to His Majesty's bedside, "Our fate is no longer up to you, but your fate...... But it's been decided by us. You may have lived for ten years, but we let your body collapse so quickly. ”

His Majesty's eyes widened.

"That's right, your body is deteriorating rapidly, and we are the one who treated you, so you're very happy, right?" The lady smiled, but the smile was chilling, "You were using my brother to serve you, to settle the economic crisis caused by your own poor governance, and then you were still thinking about crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!" And we...... How could we have endured such humiliation in silence? We fought back, and you became what you are now, and you thought you had won and could depose us at will......"

In the midst of her laughter, the Emperor twisted his face in pain. Illness and heartache intersected at the same time, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you anymore," she picked up a pillow next to her as she spoke, "Don't think you can die of illness and be taken away by God." As I said, I will take revenge with my own hands and put an end to the treatment of our family, and you will die at my hands. ”

In the eyes of the emperor lying on the bed, the white pillow was getting closer and closer to him.

It's like...... Heaven as well.

When "Ho ......" covered his face in heaven, he only let out this sigh that was like a last word.

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"It's over?" When she came out, Mary immediately leaned in.

"Yes, it's over." Fran nodded, not at all out of the ordinary.

"Great!" Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go telegraph."

"What's the best thing to write?" Mary asked.

"All right, come back quickly, love you." Fran replied with a smile. (To be continued.) )